Roman de Hayesworth

Extractor for London's Union. Progeny of Naidia. Loyal to Darius. The Union is my home.

[romandehayesworth]

Look Back Fondly || Roman & Din

[romandehayesworth]

Din felt the fear emitting off the vampire at the sight of the fireball. He knew what he was doing when he conjured it up. Din wanted to show dominance. He wasn’t afraid to use his powers. It had gotten him in trouble more often than not, but Din usually had the last say on matters because he could overpower most with the flick of the wrist. He looked small, but my, was he mighty. In addition to the fear, Din could sense confusion. He could tell the other’s thoughts were scattered.

“Listen witch,” he started, and Din laughed. Roman seemed unsure, his voice held an uncertainty that Din understood. Gifts of memory were strong and it could make people feel disorientated for some time afterwards. This one probably felt especially real considering Roman had been longing for this for some time.

“I need you to answer some questions,” he continued. He finished by telling Din to stand. He did. He raised from his knees in one graceful motion, still keeping the hand not clasped in Roman’s shown and visible, to let the other know that he too wouldn’t hurt him. The next thing that came from the vampire’s mouth was a litany of questions. Din’s head spun. He hated questions in the first place, and he hated talking. The amount of words that were sped off in such a small amount of time confused Din. He cocked his head sideways much like a dog to show the confusion. He scratched his head and thought of were to start. He thought that really the only way to show the vampire was to use words and Din dreaded that conclusion.

Though no one was around, Din decided to speak to Roman’s mind. He much preferred it to spoken word. Plus, he thought that it might emphasis on some of the points he was trying to make.

“It was real. One of my own,” he told the other. The words traveled from his mind to the other’s, the air around the pair completely silent. He let the words register on the vampire before trying to continue. There had been so many questions and Din was still unsure of where to start and how many to respond to. “I read your mind. I could feel your pain and longing, and wanted to gift you with a memory of something you can no longer experience. I’m sorry it upset you.”

While Din could sense Roman’s discomfort, the vampire too could sense Din’s at the questions, so he chose not to prod much more, though his mind begged him to. He had not been one to be fond of magic since he was very young, the black scar on his chest only serving as a now constant reminder of what exactly witches could do, even to those as strong as him.

But this particular witch had given him a gift. An incredible gift. So much so, that Roman almost felt the warmth of the long lost sun on his golden skin even now. But with this gift came a sacrifice as well. He was reminded that the sun that he had once loved was now a dangerous force to him. That he would never truly feel that warmth again, lest he look death in the face. Suddenly, though, it was something his mind was pondering.

“Thank you. “ he said simply,aloud, not wanting to meddle in a witch’s head anymore than need be. “I thank you for your gift, though…shocking. “ He paused, shifting his weight from foot to foot, his mind still moving a thousand miles a minute. He simply wasn’t sure what to make of this encounter. “My name is Roman De Hayesworth. I have been without the sun for many years. So I thank you for your gift, though I fear it has awakened something buried within me. I am simply not certain what to do with all of this. Especially considering..what you are. I haven’t had generally pleasant experiences with your kind in the past. “

[romandehayesworth]

Look Back Fondly || Roman & Din

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earth-fire-din

Din knew immediately that what he had done was not the right thing to do. He could feel the anger flare up in Roman. Din cowered, not because he was afraid but because he was upset. He thought that his memory would help the other feel a little bit of joy. Obviously that was the wrong assumption, because he was standing and yelling and Din did not like the confrontation. He stood as well, trying to make himself seem a lot larger than what he was. It was difficult, because his choice of body was small, lanky, and unsuspecting, which made it all the more satisfying when Din would lash out and create chaos, which he enjoyed doing. He tried to hold him temper and not explode. Din did not like to be yelled at. He didn’t much like talking at all.

Staring at Roman and thinking of how to show dominance and incite fear in the vampire, because obviously, the other didn’t feel much fear, just anger. Din raised his hand and created a small fireball, like a mini sun, floating above his palm. He raised his eyebrow, saying go ahead, test me. He put the light out just as quickly as it appeared. He didn’t want to injure the vampire, he only wanted to help him. Din backed away and sunk to his knees. He extended his arms, open, to show vulnerability. He sat back and looked up at Roman waiting for a response.

“I just wanted to help,” Din told him quietly. His voice was so soft from not using it, that the noise was almost inaudible. For some reason Din really wanted to help out Roman. If this had been any other scenario, Din would have either not helped him in the first place or already have quit in his attempts help Roman experience the sun again. Din just couldn’t imagine a life that prevented him from enjoying some of the things he loved most.

As soon as the fireball appeared in Din’s hand, Roman shot back several feet. One of Roman’s largest fears was, after all, fire. Moreso, of course, what it could do to him. He understood now that this stranger’s powerful magic was not only mental, which struck fear into the vampire even moreso. And despite the fact that, truly, Din was touching on all of Roman’s biggest fears, the memory he’d gifted him with had been so incredibly pleasant. It had incited feelings the vampire didn’t even know he still had access to. Long lost, human feelings, buried beneath layers of undead heart. The memory had been so pleasant, in fact, that Roman somewhat questioned it’s reality. He, of course, felt as though it was. But he his memories of those feelings were so long buried that they almost felt artificial.

“Listen, witch. Or…whatever you may be. “ he said lightly, his voice sounding uncertain. Always on guard, Roman wasn’t sure whether to trust the state of vulnerability the stranger had put himself into. He approached, but did so slowly. “I need you to answer some questions. I won’t hurt you unless you warrant it, but please do not sit on your knees like a begging puppy. “ Timidly, worried by the earlier display of fire from the stranger’s palms, he extended a hand to Din to help him up.

“Where did that memory come from? Was it real or did you manufacture it? If real, how did you know about it? If manufactured, how do you know so much about me?” he paused for a moment “Could you see what I was seeing? Did you find anything else in my head? How did you know what I was thinking about? “ Once again, a light pause, then an inquisitive tilt of the head. “Why did you want to help? “

[romandehayesworth]

Look Back Fondly || Roman & Din

[romandehayesworth]

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It was late in the evening and a chill had come over Din. He welcomed it, knowing that in the morning the sun would come up and warm his skin again. It was a feeling that he enjoyed to no end. Each day that the sun rose in the sky, he was thankful for another day. Thinking of the morning with a smile, he walked through the streets of London aimlessly, one of the few souls still up at this hour. He had been exploring the city looking for new adventures and found the same things that the cities in Athoria had to offer. Humans running around doing human things. He didn’t notice anything out of the ordinary but now as he walked along the abandoned street he could feel a presence wanting to be heard. Din’s curiosity took hold and he found himself listening in and trying to hear the man’s thoughts more clearly. He had been doing this for more years than most had ever dreamed to live, so he was good at poking just enough to hear but not to be detected. The man, a vampire from what he gathered, longed for the sunlight but could not go out in the day. Din ached for him. He wasn’t sure if he could live without seeing the sun, feeling her warmth.

An idea popped into Din’s mind. He literally and metaphorically lit up at the thought. His skin glowed a faint yellow, it was so little that one might think it were the moonlight reflecting off his pale, pale skin. The magick warmed him. He would help the vampire see the sunlight again without ever having to step foot in the daylight. Din would share with him a memory of being out in the sunlight on a warm summer day. He had magick so strong it could make the memory feel real, like the vampire were actually beneath her rays that very moment.

The man sat on a bench just a few yards from the fae, who was now giddy at the thought of helping him experience something he loved so deeply. Din approached him carefully, he didn’t want to disturb his dreamlike state thinking of the daytime. Maybe if he was quiet enough, he could get close enough, share the memory and the vampire would never notice him there. Din knew better, but he thought of how nice that would be.

Closer still he walked until finally, the other’s eyes suddenly opened and hand went to the weapon he wore at his waist. The threat meant nothing to Din, so he continued closer even when he spoke, telling Din to leave him alone. He slid onto the bench next to the vampire and looked up at the moon for a moment before touching the wrist that was gripping the weapon. In a moment so quick, that it barely even happened, Din gifted him with a memory. It was a day where Din had been laying in the center of an open field, with not another soul around, just the sun beating down on his pale skin, making it appear flushed red. Din lifted his fingers off his wrist and clasped his hands together to warm them, now cold from touching the other. He sat back and waited for the other’s response, a smile gracing his childish face.

Din was lucky his magic was fast, as the grip on the man’s wrist would have been an immediate cause for attack. Din was lucky his magic was so strong, because had Roman been able to at all tell during the delusion that he was being affected, he would have lashed out. Magic had always been one of Roman’s least favorite things, and he know brandished a black scar across his chest only to remind him of that. Whatever had happened to that warlock.

But Din’s magic was strong and fast and sunk Roman deep into a memory he would’ve long tried to bury beneath many layers of mental shield. But the vampire had neglected mental training for physical and was therefore easily susceptible to the male’s work. He didn’t mind, though, as the memory was a pleasant one. Roman at the age of fifteen or so, not too long before he had surrendered his humanity. He was lounged on  the docks outside of Verin’s mansion, his work for the day done. Most of the other workers had gone in to consult over whatever business the adults took care of. Roman was often not allowed in that, though he would have liked to have been at times.

This day, however, he was grateful that he couldn’t be at the meeting, because it gave him time to relax and be on his own. He listened to the sound of the water and the boats coming in and out. With the day’s work almost done for everyone, most of the ships were already docked or had left, most people retiring in for supper. It was quiet and serene. The teen sat up, pulling his tunic off and smiling as the sun radiated over his bronzed skin. it was a glorious feeling, to have warmth. To laze around with no worries. To be young and human and reckless. He remembered how he always thought he looked better under the sun, it highlighting his dark features.

But then the memory faded and he was brought back to reality. Back to darkness, face to face with the stranger and knife still in hand.

For a few moments, the vampire was stunned. It had all felt so real, so wonderful. Roman hadn’t felt that happy in a long time. The reality that he was not truly that happy and it was all an illusion was a powerful heartbreak, one that manifested itself as most emotions did in the vampire, anger. “ He stood, looking furiously at Din. “Why did you do that to me, huh? Why torture me like that? Why let me believe something like that?” he yelled, almost frantically. It was a strange feeling for Roman, but he felt helpless. As if there was nothing he could do. The memory had both been gifted to him and removed from him without his consent or control, and it was something the stubborn vampire was unfamiliar with. “Why did you do that to me?”

[romandehayesworth]

Roman & Anton || Time to Waste || FB: 34 yrs

[romandehayesworth]

antonhilmorsson

Was he surprised that a creature of Hell spoke of Pain as a motivator in learning? No. Anton’s pride in his heritage was always bright. He had to be convinced of your place in the world, and he’s typically go the peaceful route even if you were irritating him or going against every instinct to maim you. Anton could fathom many ways to learn, himself having undergone extensive training to be Alpha for his pack. But it was a small gift to know how best one learns. Most had to be told. At least, of anything, Roman could take advantage of what he knew.

“Everyone learns differently, knowing is a big key to working out how you can better yourself. Maybe you can work on what you can do to learn all those things you seek,” Anton released a scruffy smile to his words. Not hiding the underlining message that the beast thought Roman rude, and brash in his approach.

“I don’t want you following me ever again,” he said calmly, leveling a stare at the vampire. “I understand that we live in the same city. I know of your coven– or union whatever it’s called. I will not be tailed, my life here will not be disrupted. If you master desires to correct that bit than they may speak to me in person. I come in peace– but I am not someone to underestimate. Are we on the same page?”

Roman wasn’t an idiot, though he often made brash decisions as if he was one. He could tell when his presence was no longer wanted, and Anton was making it a bit obvious at that. The wolf was most certainly not hiding his distaste for Roman and his ways of life, and though Roman had little fear of others, he wasn’t sure angering this wolf would be wise. So, despite not getting nearly any of the answers he had wanted, he decided to take Anton’s signals, and leave him be.

Standing and straightening out his clothes, he nodded. “I understand, sir. I will not follow you anymore. I will not even mention to my people that this interaction happened at all.” Roman extended a hand for the wolf to shake. “We are most certainly on the same page. I do not wish to disturb your life. Thank you for your time. “

He wasn’t exactly sure what it was about Anton that made Roman feel so respectful, perhaps it was the wise old air given off by him, but Roman didn’t want to annoy him. Then again, Roman hadn’t exactly gone into this evening with the intention of doing anyone any harm. He was just curious. For some time, Roman would not forget this ronin wolf and some of the things he said. But eventually, Anton would fade to the back of his memory as more pressing matters took hold and numbers of years passed by, the young vampire slowly growing older.

[romandehayesworth]

Look Back Fondly || Roman & Din

Roman walked the streets of London. The weather was beginning to grow crisper and cooler as fall was approaching in England, not that it made a difference to him. His undead skin couldn’t feel the heat, and the effects of the weather did little to deter him from anything as his supernatural powers allowed him to do as he wished at most times. Though lately he had been thinking about the few things he couldn’t do. He could no longer feel the warmth and energy of the sun. the joy of the first breezes of cooler weather, the smile that broke out on his face as the light of day glistened over brightly colored fall leaves.

Now he lives in a world of darkness. While he sees clearly, he doesn’t see the vibrancy of what the sun can provide. He doesn’t see the peace of the daytime, the joy of children playing in piles of leaves. He wished he could forget the joy that he used to feel in the daytime, the way that the sun made him feel. Roman wished he could know nothing more than his life of darkness now, as it would heal a whole in his heart, the tiny piece of him that still felt human and longed for those things he could no longer have.

Roman no longer knew the feeling of a crowded street. Things were never quite as packed at night, after most humans had long gone to sleep, or were on her way. This undead life was a lonely one. He had his job to do but when that was done, it was merely silence.

He sat on a bench, looking out at the darkness around him, closing his eyes and trying to imagine what it would look like at high noon. Trying to remember how it felt to sit on the docks outside the mansion and look at the boats and load the docks and feel the rush of being proud of what work he could accomplish under the sun. His skin being tanned and his soul being warmed by the sun.

Just as he felt he might get lost in a pleasant memory, something that was strange for him, he felt someone approach, his eyes whipping open and his hand moving immediately to the weapon secured at his waist. “Leave me alone. I do not wish to be accompanied this evening. “

[tannerabbitt]

Don’t Worry...Be Happy || Tanner & Roman

[romandehayesworth]

tannerabbitt

Tanner grumbled at the insult, and he should have been used to it by now but it was different coming from the words of this vampire on his lands. Tanner was teased by the others about his size and the fact that he’d never reach full capacity of his wolf and abilities, but at least it was with heart from his family and the intent to get better, grow stronger. Coming from this “killer” from London’s Union made it sound that Tanner would never amount to anything more, and that he’d loose in a fight against him.

Yeah, he probably would.

He wasn’t allowed anyway. And this caused more of a mumble, his nose twitching in distaste as he attempted to not let it show that he was getting under Tanner’s skin. Vampires were so tricky, a part of Tanner thought that maybe he was being manipulated. Or maybe he wasn’t being manipulated and he was only thinking he was being manipulated but he was really just giving in to this charm or something…

“Whatever.”

Tanner instinctively took several steps back. “You can’t go any further, and I don’t see Darius Markham here to tell anyone otherwise,” He bit his lip, attempting to hold back a more dire question that he’d been wanting to ask, and decided that if fate had it that they would meet again, perhaps he’d get to.

Roman could understand how the young wolf was feeling. Many a time growing up in his human life did he feel the same way. Stinted from doing what he really wanted because of rules or status or ability. Curious beyond belief but never allowed to quench those curiosities. It was frustrating, the vampire knew, so he cut Tanner some slack. After all, he actually kind of liked the kid, though don’t ask him to admit it, especially not to the wolf himself.

“I don’t plan on going any further now that I know this is wolf territory, pup. But I’m certain I could handle myself if I chose to. And no, Darius Markham is not here, I am in this country to do his bidding. “ Roman felt in his belt before pulling out a small dagger, etched with his initials on the top.

“I’ll tell you what. “ he handed the dagger to Tanner “I forged this blade myself. Note on the handle my initials. Keep this knife and always remember the name Roman De Hayesworth. If you ever need help, remember the name. And if you ever think of causing harm to anyone of my kindred, remember the name too. One day, I am sure we will meet again, and I want to know what stories you can create with my blade, to give it a life grander than either of ours, grander than those of our masters’ as well. And when you have this blade, you can do whatever you want within reason. You do not have to live within anyone’s shadow. And if anyone tries to tell you otherwise, well, you remember my name. “

He wasn’t certain what prompted him to do this, but he felt he needed to leave the young wolf with a token of this meeting. Roman saw so many similarities between himself and the young wolf, that he wanted some kind of connection. He had turned to leave, but then stopped and turned back to face the wolf once more. “I was once lower in rank and stifled too. And now I am one of the greatest.” he boasted, though there was still some truth underlying in it. “I was young and frail and clueless, and now I am the great killer I wanted to be. You can forge yourself into whatever it is you want to be in your clan too, young one. “ And with that, he turned and was gone, the forest behind him in no time.

[romandehayesworth]

And besides, he felt the most human of emotions for his master. Love. And love could never let him leave.

@president-verin

[president-verin-blog]

Carving Instincts FB || Roman&Verin

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president-verin

Verin closed his eyes a few moments. Wrapping a possessive grip along Roman’s shoulders before ushering them out of the basement. The moment the door closed behind them they were greeted by the guards. Sabnac checking Roman over, and more importantly sending orders to get a human. Verin walked calmly into the study where his tea had cooled, and the door remained in pieces on the floor. Annoyance filled the smooth lines of his features, a frown making the blood along his mouth seem out of place and nearly human himself.

“Balfour– let him go,” he glanced down, realizing his grip was blossoming a purple bruise along Roman’s skin. And he opened his hand, holding it inches above before he turned to walk away. “Get Roman cleaned up for dinner. I don’t want him alone,” he ordered without looking back at the teenager right away. A human girl was shoved into the living room. Meeting the hard expanse of Verin’s chest. The wounds inflicted on his body were brutal from the witch, a withered appearance on the usually put together demon.

He gripped her throat, and looked over at Roman one final time. Finding himself in continued awe that the boy was still here with them. That he trusted so fully. The fact the witch nearly hurt them both made his fingers tighten around her throat, her gasp loud in the now quiet space.

“Go on,” he said to his son, turning to press his mouth against the woman. Inhaling from the deepest pits of his creation. A fiery spark swirled the life out of her lips in a black cloud. Verin swallowed her life force hungrily. All the wounds along his body sealed closed. Her screams fell into only echos as she slumped against his chest. Verin shivered, a drugged yet angry expression still on his face as he tossed the body towards another demon.

“Get the door fixed, dinner will be on schedule,” he commanded– business as usual.

Not knowing just how far he could go with Verin, Roman tried to ignore every time the demon hurt him. He also tried to ignore the demon’s real name, wishing he could just forget having heard it altogether. He’d been threatened by the demon that he wasn’t to know this information, and he knew that consequences for using the name would be steep, which then went back to ignoring physical harm from his master. He knew that Verin was physical, would always be psychical, and that Verin thought that this was the best way in which to teach the boy. So progressively, the boy’s skin would grow thicker. But he was thankful for the friend’s reminder to his master to release him, still disturbed from what he had seen downstairs.

Roman knew what would happen with the girl as son as she was thrown into the room, but still he was powerless to stop himself from watching. He wanted to see it. Wanted to watch the supernatural power of his master, to feel it. But as the woman was tossed aside like the bone of a piece of meet, Roman felt himself being forcefully tugged away by Sabnac towards the bath, having to get cleaned up for dinner.

The teenager knew better than to ask questions, knew better than to disobey, and yet still his mind wandered. He wondered what his fate at the mansion was. Why they kept him here alive when they disposed of other humans so freely. Though Roman trusted the demons that had become his family with his life, he wasn’t always certain that his fate would be something terrible. But there would always be hope in his mind that it would lead to a different outcome. That instead of being eventually disposed of he would be turned into something great, transformed into something as strong and beautiful as the creatures that he lived with.

And besides, he felt the most human of emotions for his master. Love. And love could never let him leave.

[stephanieofrp]

And the most terrifying question of all may be just how much horror the human mind can stand and still maintain a wakeful, staring, unrelenting sanity.

Stephen King, Pet Sematary (via stephanieofrp)

[romandehayesworth]

Roman & Anton || Time to Waste || FB: 34 yrs

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antonhilmorsson

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Anton watched the young looking creature slip into his thoughts. There was a quiet now between them, even in the loud and boisterous place of the tavern. The peace was a familiar feeling to Anton whose entire family strived for said outcome above all else. The rune for peace was their brand, burning into his chest and proudly worn. All those years training to be Alpha of a pack the size of their’s and the most profound pieces were those with his Mother, talking to him about moments like this. How important it was to place a front of peace first– explain with authority, and demand not with fists to submit to him. But to themselves. We were all our greatest weakness, and strength. And if the fledgling would learn anything from this encounter, he’d realized Anton gave nothing to answer any of his questions asked. But in stirring internal conflict within himself to discover the answers too. This was the stubbornness of an Hilmorsson Wolf. Never there to provide directly what they demanded, but to instill the path to work it out on their own. Anton was a creature filled with knowledge, but that never meant it was for anyone else to know. “You have much to learn, I am sure you are told his often. There should be no offense to such a statement. Everyone is in a constant state of learning. The immortal are only granted a lifetime to fill their time with experience where the mortal can’t,” Anton scratched his chin, leaning back in the chair with a strong, curious gaze on the angry vampire. Whatever he was crafted to be should be accepted, over attempting to believe he could change. No ones core ways could be shifted. But it seemed there was some element of holding back that the vampire was self inflicting on himself. It was odd behavior. But Anton wasn’t an expert on the undead. “How do you learn best?” He inquired. “There is always a way we find ourselves absorbing information the easiest.”

Roman found himself listening more to the wolf as the conversation went on and he was humbled by the knowledge of the elder, reminded once again of how young he was in the spectrum of all things. He didn’t know what the wolf was doing, that this was exactly what Anton had wanted Roman to do. To think for himself, speak for himself, answer everything for himself. The fledgling was so dependent on the approval and thoughts of his leaders and thoughts of his own were a slightly difficult concept to grasp.

The younger creature’s arms crossed stubbornly over his chest still at Anton’s words. he didn’t not want to believe that he could never be all knowing. Roman wanted to know everything so that he could be the most powerful creature possible. And yet, here he was, a stubborn young vampire who wouldn’t even allow himself to take in information if he tried. What a strange inner working Roman had at times.

“I learn best from pain. “ he said simply “It is how I was taught to react to things, to love pain, to need the physical reminder attached to the verbal instruction.” He thought for a moment “Perhaps pain is not the right word. Perhaps simply touch. I cannot absorb things with just my head there has to be a physical component to it. But…why does that matter, sir?”

[romandehayesworth]

Oh my, what happened to your Maker? Surely she would be so very disappointed to discover your true mission in Athoria.

I do not wish to discuss this with you. And I assure you that my maker will find out nothing of the sorts, understood?

[romandehayesworth]

Got Your Back || Roman and Rowan

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A frown began to replace the smile on Rowan’s face as his kindred spoke into his mind. A beach near Monir City? There were miles of beaches along the eastern coasts of Athoria, but none that were particularly distinctive. How long would it take to find Roman with such little information? Was it possible for him to fail? But he had to help him. He had to do right by the only vampire who had gained some measure of his trust. Anxiety coaxing the fledgling to move faster, his scattered thoughts lead him on a confused and uncertain path.

But his movements faltered when the “incident” regarding Collette Markham was mentioned. Roman had been there? He had witnessed it? Then he must have felt the pain that Rowan had experienced as well. No wonder he had escaped to the furthest reaches of Athoria’s lands. If Rowan was smarter, he’d have been following his lead. But it would be alright now. Perhaps the two of them could find passage away from this place together. They could both be safe then. Or, at least, as safe as any of them could be.

He realized that his mind was wandering only when a landscape was placed on vivid display within his mind. Before Rowan planned any daring attempts at escape, he needed to find Roman first. The picture was… Well, it wasn’t overly helpful. But Rowan was speeding off again in moments. He would run along the entire coast if that’s what it took. He would not abandon his kindred like so many of his clan had done to him. No, he absolutely refused.

Considering the landscape that was spread out before Roman once more, Rowan racked his brain trying to pinpoint the other’s location. “Do you see anything else by chance?” he questioned. “Any ships perhaps? Anything?”

Roman was beginning to grow more and more stressed as he tried to get help from Rowan. Before he knew it, he’d be stuck out here with no shelter and the sun would come out, the vampire obliterating into ash and dust to be swept into the sand and sea and forgotten. Or else, his thirst would completely take over him and he’d find the nearest town and rampage them, earning himself a place on the stake to be burned, or a sharp stab to his heart, or a sword slicing through his neck, separating his head from taut body, something to be mocked and laughed at, a monster. No, Roman was a monster, yes, but he would not die a monster’s death. He would not give all those that wanted him dead the pleasure of seeing him die this way.

He kept the connection to Rowan, looking for something that could signify where he was, something that would make the younger vampire able to find him, to save him before he felt some terrible fate. Then he saw it, a sign carved into planks of driftwood, pointing him from the beach into Hallowed Oak, into the direction of Monir. Where there was some path waiting for him. He took a mental snapshot and sent it to his brethren. “Here. This is all I can find. But it is something. I suppose I could take the path and make it to Monir and meet you there. Anything to get me out of here. “

He knew he sounded desperate, and he hated it for himself. Roman did not like to seem like he needed help, like he had any sort of weaknesses. And while he loved his kindred and felt undying loyalty for them, he didn’t want to allow any of them to help him. Asking Rowan, a vampire who he’d once saved from death, for a favor was an act of humility for the older vampire, but an incredibly necessary one to his survival. He was in unknown land, stunning from the death of his queen, tired and thirsty and, yes, afraid.

[president-verin-blog]

Carving Instincts FB || Roman&Verin

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president-verin

Verin could humor slipping away now. Why not? It wasn’t a morbid thought, feel the vessel long dead and kept alive by his essence and care rot away with the demonic old creature trapped like a cage. While Roman was gone to trick the wench, he took a moment to feel the warmth of the twisted– and nearly dead soul residing alongside his own. Verin remembered when he took this vessel. How he groomed him for years like all the rest, made sure he was well cared for until he ripened into perfection as he knew he would. He shivered. Obsessive of his body like it was the finest of silks wrapped around his own black broken soul.

His creatures nails bit into the floorboards and scratched along the stone in excitement and hunger when the woman snatched the box from Roman and opened it’s contents. Verin’s cold laugh filled the space in his personal coffin against a crate, and a pillar of stone. A fitting place to die– but not today. The magical rune along his skin melted away, and though greatly weakened he appeared next to Roman and yanked him away. Wrapping all his body around him to shoulder the blast of energy that shook and dislodged precious items from their rightful homes.

The place quieted suddenly. Like all the air had been blown out, and only the frantic breathing of the human was all surrounding them. Verin’s onyx eyes darted to the box and saw it close with a turn of a golden key. His creatures cried at the obvious loss of a meal, and Verin waved them off with only a glare. Leaning over the magical artifact and placed it back on the shelf. Lean fingers took their time adjusting his vest, cuffing his sleeves to his elbows, and smoothing back too long ebony strands from his cheekbones. Appearing put together– perfect. As if he hadn’t almost ceased to exist anymore.

“Magic is our greatest enemy, and our greatest ally. Do well to learn who to trust when it comes to the gifted Roman,” he grinned a sharp smile, “are you alright?”

Roman screamed as loud and blisteringly as he could when the blast hit, cowering underneath Verin. He wasn’t proud of the scream, of showing such obvious fear. He had always thought that the best thing to do was to be strong, pretend fear didn’t exist. That is what he thought Verin wanted, anyway. So when the man turned to look to him, he tried to pretend he was fine.

To be honest, he hated magic. This instance set that in stone. he couldn’t stand it. It was terrifying, and he’d never seen it used for good. So when Verin spoke about how the magic could be his greatest ally he shook his little head childishly. “No! Magic is not to be trusted. Ever. I don’t want to trust anyone. Except you, of course. “ he looked down, sniffling

“I’m fine. I just….can we go back upstairs? I don’t like it down here. I’d rather go do something else. I want to try to learn how to fight better, maybe I’ll go work on that. I just don’t want to be down here anymore. “ Roman looked up at the man, wondering what he would do. After everything Roman had seen today, he thought Verin would spare him and let him go do something lighter, but you never could tell with the demon. He always had a plan, always had something he wanted to do, especially when it concerned the young human boy. 

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Have you ever tasted angelic blood?

Yes. Once. Briefly. I do not know that I will be trying it again. 

[romandehayesworth]

Have you ever fallen down the stairs?

Yes. In both lives, as a matter of fact. 

[romandehayesworth]

Have you ever fallen in love?

No. If I'm assuming your definition of love correctly.

[romandehayesworth]

Roman & Anton || Time to Waste || FB: 34 yrs

[romandehayesworth]

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How could the dead know anything about love when their hearts did not beat? It seemed Anton was learning more about the hatred in vampires than the fledgling was realizing in giving so freely. This information interesting to the old man. Anton hadn’t met a vampire until he came to England some decade ago, and of any of the species here he’s battled them the most. Found their foul blood horrid on this tongue, their fighting unique and refreshingly different and yet wrong all the same. Hatred between them wasn’t because of the wolves– Anton was certain the packs here had nothing to do with their feud. So why? Why harbor such a strong opinion? Anton didn’t entirely understand, but was forever patient in discovering the answers.  

“You give away that you know nothing of the world boy,” Anton grumbled, his eyes dark about the comment of being top of the world. That was never the case, not since humans were created thousands of years ago– long before the wolves were even allowed to harbor their skins. Everyone got it so backwards. It had taken years for them to hope to blend into humanity…it wasn’t given so freely nor taken violently. Humanity would always hold the cusp of power the supernaturals could only dream of having– because this is their world. If anyone to know that better it would be Anton who witnessed one of the oldest packs in the world slaughtered to one by their kind.

“I grow tired of you,” Anton took a sip of his drink, letting the warm liquid coat his stomach and calm his anger. “You hold so much ignorance. It’s twisted cruelly, crafted possibly. But you will never learn what it means to be a wolf because you are…no…Garou. You can not interview someone as ancient as me and expect me to give away secrets, to casually share the scope of which you desire to hear as if a conversation could. It is no fault of mine your family has not gifted you with the opportunity to learn the histories of the world. How important some people are to it.”

A grumpy frown pulled downward, an amber swirl of color consuming his gaze. “Are you aware there are places in the world where vampires do not exist? Countries that are ruled by the gifted? Entire lands only controlled by the wolves? You live in a place full to the brim with different species– in this room I can scent a demon or two. I know of an angel that works many streets down. Maybe in this tavern there are half breeds, or an elf. You want answers Roman…look around you. Appreciate where you live and learn from its uniqueness.”

The wisdom of the wolf affected Roman deeply. He knew he had much to learn, and he’d never been one to go about doing anything the correct way. He was a creature who needed guidance, who craved someone to control him, even if it seemed he was so against power. His entire being craved loyalty to a stronger one. He wanted to grow, to improve, to become that man himself, but more than that he wanted to follow those with wisdom. To listen, learn and impress. He was drawn to those older and wiser than him, those who had more knowledge of the world in all respects. Yes, this occasionally got him into trouble, or he found himself struggling between two opposing powers fighting for his loyalty, but he needed to have someone to follow. He needed to have strength in his sights. Or else he would fall to the wayside. He had been crafted this way. Driven to crave punishment, pain, embarrassment. All of the things he hated, he needed to survive. It was a tortured and cruel existence, but his beast needed it. That was something, he believed, this all knowing wolf would never understand.

“No.”  Roman admitted simply. “I did not know that. I am not a man of the world. I don’t leave England. I have my places I call home and I stick to them as much as possible. “ He listened. Had Roman ever truly stopped to notice the richness of the land he did call home? For such a homebody had he truly lost himself in the beauty of this place? This city alone, much less Nottingham or Norwich or Awre. Roman did not think he had. And this comment stopped him in his tracks. Once again, he had gone about all of this the wrong way.

“Thank you, sir.” The realization had humbled Roman. Put him in his place. He was not as grand as he thought he was. Being a vampire did not make him a huge presence. He was still simply a boy, surrounded by the riches of a beautiful city, of a unique and exciting country, of an unknown and packed world. He would never know everything he wanted to know. It was simply not possible. And so, his questions ceased. For now, anyway. The vampire going quiet as his thoughts of the vastness of the world overtook him.